Peony sighed softly in relief, taking perhaps a little too much comfort in the motion. Gods, when had the last time she's been able to take comfort in another person's closeness without fear of fangs? Easily over six months.

"No? A fighter? Uh, one who uses blades, fists or weapons to attack? A rouge, a cloaked figure who works in the shadows?" This was an interesting puzzle to figure out.